Occupation - Misery Index

Carving up your bloodstained maps

With cartographic canine thirst

Waking worlds long crystalized on sands forgotten

Border lines, etched by masters false and fleeting

Open wide, this chasm of injustice never bridged

Balancing zionistic zealotry unrestrained

Rivalries atavistic crack the Levant sea to sea

60 years from inception, refugees god-mistaken

Open insurrections catapult your crises on Turning into…

Conundrums, zero sums, quandaries

(The jargon of your failing States)

Debacles, empires, quagmires

(The parlance of hubris unleashed)

How can you say you «come in peace»?

Occupiers- Gullivers, Trampling

Through places that you don’t belong

Occupiers- Goliaths, Trampling

Across the world through parts unknown,

(where what you break is what you own)

And here we fucking go again…

Red sunrise, on a Green Zone island fraught with doom

just beyond, the Fertile Crescent more looks like the moon

stocked with, stateless actors, proxy war-contractors,

crude, black gold beneath them -praise to God for liberation!

frozen aspirations, endless retributions, choked full, prisons cells,

democracy- save us from ourselves!

Blood on the streets of Haditha, Gaze on Gaza divine

the architects of oppression use fear to control the mind

Faux forays and foreign ventures lost, colonial catastrophes unveiled

They’re crawling back- those old dictators, collaborators,

your beasts that don’t seem to die…